Got to thinking, that life is held together by choices, one after the other. All shapes and sizes; Right or wrong, doesn’t matter. Because life just keeps unfolding. It won’t wait around for you. If you sit still, it can pass you by, altogether. I guess I’d like to believe all these choices are made for us the instant we enter into this world. Because, if that’s true, then we’re exactly where we are supposed to be.